The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-10-14


Talk about an lnjun' not laughin
why, fellows, they busted their Threats
They clapped their hands onto thei
stomachs. an doubled up like jacl
knives. Ed and me laughed too. don
believe we could a helped it if wee
known they'd kill us the next minute.
'But matters soon begun to get pref
ty serious inside the corral; the Injul
darsn't git off bis pony, for he coult
see mighty plain that jack was afte
him.
He'd "a got the fellow, too. if hi
pony, hadn't a-ben such smart LITTLE
critter; the mustang seemed to know
that his master was in danger, for he
kept fyin' right around in a shor
circle, keepin' away from the fence
and keepin' the jack on the outside o
his circle. Y
But the Injunwas awful sacred; he
couldn't use his weapons if he had any
an he Just hung on an yelled to tht
others for help Expect, though, OF
course, we couldn't understand Bul
it must a-ben, for pretty soon they
stopped their laughing, an all but two
that was left to guard us jumped OF
their ponies, rode into the corral, an
with big whoop made dash for the
jack
II didn't have time to watch the out
come of it, for all at once l see Ia
Jump at one of the guards, an strike
out The Cheyenne went down like
stone, an before could gather my
wits enough to move, he turned. sprung
onto the other one, wrenched a Win
chester rifle out of his hands, an
knocked him down with it.
81 thought il was time then for me
to take hand in the fight, an scein'
the first Injun that Ed had hit tryin' to
git up again, made jump for him.
an snatched his gun out of his hands;
it wasn't much of job, for he was
half stunned yet from the rap Ed had
give him.
"'Come on, JIM l heard Ed say
then. Don't shoot. Git inside the
gate!'
81 was glad enough to obey orders,
| tell We, an leavn the two Cheyennes
to come to their senses. | followed Ed
Mt run. We got inside the stockade
an barred the gate, then we run
into this 'dobe here an fastened the
door.
"'You bet they won't come for us
now, said Ed. Pm fixed for 'em, an
so are you pretty well, an lookin' at
him | saw he'd not only got the last
Iniun's Winchester. but he took off his
belt of cartridges an brought that
too. | had Springfield carbine in my
hands, so we didn't much fear EN-.
They made an awful racket outside,
but they didn't fire shot, an pretty
soon things quieted down an we heard
EN- drivin' off the stock.
after while we unfastened the
door and got mp on top OF the 'dobe,
an then we could see the whole gang
drivin' our ponies across the hills to
the north.
"Guess / didn't hurt those fellows
much said Ed, but look, they've
made an end of old jack and sure
enough, we could see him in the CORA
chucked full of arrows. They had to
kill him / expect, or he'd run 'em al
out. The next day the boys came
down. an one of the range bosses, an
| Expected we'd git the bounce; hui
when he heard how twas, he jest
laughed, an sent for more ponies"
We stayed that night with the young
ranchman, and pushed on again the
next morning, but learned, on reaching
the ranches above the day after, thai
we had narrowly escaped brush with
large party of Cheyennes. They hac
passed over the trail not more thar
two hours ahead of us, on their wa,
south again. evidently fearing pursui
from the troops at Fort Collins an'
Cheyenne. Such was life on the plains
only 10 years ago, where now are large
and thriving settlements, as safe from
Indian raid as the good old city o
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